Scott’s jaw showed the unmistakable sign of clenched teeth as he entered my office. Behind Monica’s forced smile, her eyes were cold. When they sat down, their stiffness and discomfort were clearly apparent.
“Monica says I’m always mad,” Scott began, “but if she would just be a little more understanding—”
“Me?” Monica interrupted. “I’m not the one shouting and screaming and carrying on all the time.”
“If you would just treat me with more respect and listen to me, I wouldn’t have to raise my voice to get your attention.” Scott’s voice grew louder and his face redder.
“I might be able to figure out what you want if you weren’t yelling at me day and night,” Monica replied.